Emma was certainly very vocal as Mellors fucked her up the arse (as he put it). I heard her moaning and grunting. I found myself imagining what it would be like? At the very least it would be both painful and humiliating, and at its worst - I wondered? In any case, as my own arse was still painful from the spanking, I was not sure that I wanted to experience more pain in that area. There was a fine line between the humiliation of being spanked - which I liked - and pain, which I was pretty sure I would not like. The sounds coming from Emma suggested that she might like the pain. From Mellors' point of view we might be an ideal pairing.
I heard him shout in climax as he pumped his seed into her arsehole. I wanted to look, but dared not.
I heard more noises and then he spoke.
"Right, Missy, come and see what I have done with the maid."
"Yes, Sir," I said, turning to witness the sight of Emma, arse leaking bubbles of his cum, and Mellors himself in full detumescence.
"I am not a bad man, Missy, so I am not going to ask you to clean us both up, but you may go and take a shower, both of you. I am going to take one in the ensuite, you two can share the one in the servants' quarters.
"Yes, Sir," I said, replying for us both, as Emma seemed out of it.
I watched as he withdrew.
I got on the floor to help Emma up.
"Are you okay darling?" I asked tenderly.
"O fuck," she said, "why do I need this?"
Raising her face to mine, I kissed her.
"Why did you do that?"
"Because I wanted to."
"You could have anyone, my lady, why me?"
"Because it is you I want," I said, kissing her full on the lips.
"Now, showers I think."
In the shower I knelt and made sure that her poor bruised arsehole was cleaned, and then I stood and soaped her down, making sure that all of her was washed clean of her acts of submission.
"Can I wash you, too, your ladyship?"
"You may, but no being bad girls, neither of our arses will bear it."
She smiled.
"You are right there."
She stood and kissed me, our wet bodies touching each other. I wanted her and sensed she wanted me. But we had, alas, more pressing matters.
As we towelled ourselves dry, I asked her whether Mellors had specified how we should be dressed.
"No, he did not. What are you thinking?"
"Something naughty," I said, "but let's see how it goes. Your clothes here are too large for me, so let me scoot back to my room and get something suitable."
Emma looked at me as though to warn me to be careful.
"I will," I said, in answer to her unasked question.
I took the servants' back stairs to the first floor and got to my room without coming across Mellors. Once there, I chose an outfit which I thought might help with what I had in mind. I knew he liked stockings and suspenders, so chose a black pair, which went with my favourite short black dress and a pair of black knickers. I finished the ensemble off with a pair of black patent leather Manolo Blahniks, after which I put on my war paint. I was not a great one for make up, but crimson red lipstick, always looked good on me. I put my hair into a ponytail and headed back to Emma.
"Miss!"
That was all she said. The look on her face said the rest. She was dressed in a short white dress with low heels.
"Right," I declared, "time to see the butler squirm!"
"Yes, Miss," she grinned enthusiastically.
We walked into the study where Mellors, having had his shower, was relaxing in slacks and short-sleeved shirt.
"Oh my goodness!"
I caught the look in his eyes. I knew I had him.
"Do you like the outfit, Mellors?"
Stammering, he replied: "I do, I do!"
I sat at the desk, crossing my legs, and dangled a shoe from my left foot. His eyes were focussed on my legs.
"Do you like my shoes?"
"I do, I do!"
"Well why don't you crawl over here and take a closer view?"
The fact he did not hesitate for a moment, told me I had read him correctly.
Emma and I watched as "Sir" got onto his hands and knees and crawled over to me. I could see he was trying to look up my dress.
"Do you want to see my tight black knickers moulded against my wet cunt?"
"I do, I do."
"Well then, be a good boy and kiss the heel of my shoe, and you will get a view of the top of my stockings."
There was, of course, at one level nothing to stop him from simply reasserting his authority over "Missy," but at another level, there was everything. I had triggered the submissive reaction which instinct had told me was there. He understood my need to submit because it aligned with his own; one submissive can usually tell another. The only question is which of them does the telling; this time it was me.
I watched as he handled and kissed the heel of my shoes, his eyes darting up my skirt as I uncrossed my legs, affording him a fine view of my stocking tops and knickers.
"Emma, darling, could you go to the third drawer down in the desk, the key is hidden under a blotter in the top drawer. Bring what you find to me."
"Yes, Miss," she replied with a grin.
Her smile was even broader when she saw what was in the third drawer down.
"This, Miss?" She asked, showing Mellors a cock cage.
"That indeed. Mellors, the maid is going to put that on you, understand?"
I could see him struggling, but his submissive instinct was in charge, and so I watched as Emma applied the cage to his cock. He looked at me with deep submission in his eyes.
"Thank you, your ladyship."
"Good boy. Now, Emma, there is a cane in the cupboard over there, do you think he has earned a thrashing?"
"Oh I do, Miss, I really do."
